East Coast Pals, West Coast Adventure
So I know I’ve been quiet here lately. First we had company of the very nicest sort (about which, more later), and then the kids and I took a jaunt up the California coast to rendezvous with Alice and her family. You should harass Alice for more pictures. I loaded her memory card onto my computer and it is ridiculous how many adorable shots she snapped. Like this:
Whereas my shots always come out like this:
The car part of the trip was a lot harder this time around, but I blame L.A. On the northbound trip we crept in bumper-to-bumper traffic from San Diego to thirty miles north of Santa Barbara. (Later, Rose reported to Alice: "We sang 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall all the way to the end!" Alice, to me, deadpan: "Oh, honey, you WERE desperate!")
The return trip on Sunday afternoon was much brisker, hardly any slowdowns, but spirits were low after our tearful parting from the Gunthers, and the back-seat contingent sought to relieve their feelings with bickering of the most crazy-making sort. After a while I began to feel like Nurse Ratched in a mobile version of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. In an impulsive move even more desperate than the launching of 99 Bottles of Beer, I pulled over at a Toys R Us close to the highway and bought Rose and Beanie each a Tamagotchi. Because, you know, incessant electronic bleating is so much nicer to listen to than sweet childish voices raised in song. I told you the bickering was crazy-making!
(Best Tamagotchi moment so far: yesterday I was cooing over the then-and-now baby pictures Alice posted, marveling over how much Rilla and her pal have grown. Beanie heard me and mournfully agreed. "I know just how you feel, Mommy. I miss my Tamagotchi baby so much!"
Me: "What do you mean? You just got it!"
Beanie: "No, Mommy, it’s a toddler now! It hasn’t been a baby for HOURS!")
While the 600-mile round trip proved more sanity-challenging than last October’s 2800-mile travelpalooza, the two-nights-and-a-day sandwiched in the middle were blissful. Except, you know, for when Wonderboy wouldn’t stop shrieking because someone had turned off one bedside lamp and left the other one on. And because he was alarmed by the pull-out sofabed. And because the baby was playing in the closet. And because Beanie was holding the remote control. Poor, poor kid. Poor, poor lodgers in the rooms on either side of us. At one point I realized with a jolt that we had become those people. You know, the ones whose overpowering noise makes everyone else in a hotel gnash their teeth.
But downstairs in Alice’s rooms, delight reined. Our girls picked up right where they left off, right down to the Snoopy songs and the homemade comics. Beanie and Patrick tested every possible surface for bounceability. ("What are you shooting out of your wrists, Beanie?" "Vines, of course! I am Vinesnapper, you know!") Maureen mothered the babies (and Wonderboy too, when he would let her) in the most adorable manner. I got to see all of Alice’s San Francisco photos, which alone would have been worth the trip. Beautiful stuff she’s got, and she already knows the city’s history and architecture through and through. Amazing.
I shall enter this closet to make my brother scream!
(This is a cute picture, so Alice must have taken it.)
Ooh, it all went too fast. I feel like Beanie, mourning the all-too-brief infancy of her Tamagotchi. I wonder when—and where—our next rendezvous will be?
Please God that next rendezvous will not be too far away. I can’t wait too long for the next installment of toddler-buddy photos.
Tamagotchis? Possibly a bad move. They have tested my sanity in the past. Furby was worse though. One of my more memorable bad parenting moments was being stuck in a broken-down lift with a whinging toddler and a hungry Furby. The toddler’s noise set off the Furby, and the Furby’s complaints aggravated the toddler …
On August 14, 2007 at 11:51 am
Mary G. says:
Oh Lissa — your post and Alice’s just make me so happy for you all … sensational that you could hook up in California — a coast-to-coast relationship can work!
And the babies are too sweet but poor Wonderboy!
Blessings and hugs to all of you — when are you coming back thru Denver?
On August 14, 2007 at 1:08 pm
The next WHERE must absolutely be on the East coast, preferably in New York because everyone keeps leaving us! What are we, Love us and Leave us LI?
On August 14, 2007 at 6:30 pm
It sounds like you really had a wonderful time, despite the ‘interruptions’…
You have cute photos, adorable children and the blessing of a cherished friendship. Thank you for sharing them with us!
On August 14, 2007 at 7:33 pm
Such gorgeous children, such a lovely story of everlasting friendship. Thank you for sharing.
PS, I am one of those awful people who gets Tamagotchis and other loudly beeping toys as Christmas gifts for other people’s children. My own child is not allowed them. Mind you, she does have Aududon birds, and I am constantly jumping at the sound of a strange bird inside the house.
On August 14, 2007 at 9:19 pm
What a wonderful time you all had! That last photo is crackin’ me up, too cute!
On August 15, 2007 at 6:59 am
Such beautiful children! LOL at the second pic. 😀
On August 29, 2007 at 6:29 pm